A selected letter to my father in heaven

A short letter will produce a gift of roses, which will still have a lingering fragrance for a long time. So, how to write a letter to Father in Heaven? Below I have compiled a sample letter to Father in Heaven for your reference! Sample Letter to Father in Heaven 1

Father:

Hello! It’s Mid-Autumn Festival again in the world. The chrysanthemums on the Double Ninth Festival are also blooming lonely. Without you to appreciate them, they are like lonely children, blooming lonely in the autumn wind. Those slightly cool dews are like the bitter tears of relatives who have been separated from each other for many years.

Father, there is no way to heaven, and I have no way of knowing whether there will be autumn in heaven. In heaven, will there be a filial daughter to accompany you to the park, look at the chrysanthemums, and spend a happy Double Ninth Festival with you? Festival. In the more than ten years since you left this world, I have missed you countless times in my poems, and missed you in my heart-breaking tears countless times for your hard-working life's sweat. But my poems are too shallow, my tears are too light, and I don’t have the deep talent to write down how you carried wine and sold it load by load while walking on the roads of Youxi Town and Wutan Town when you were young. How to hoe the ground again and again, planting crops, and harvesting pitiful grains.

Father, in difficult times, you dug up grass roots and gathered wild fruits. In the hungry years, you and your mother always gave the softest mugwort cakes to my brothers and sisters and me. In the 1960s, you and your mother worked in the production team, sweating a lot, but in exchange for it, you still had not enough to eat or warm clothes. Borrow money, borrow food, borrow life, borrow hope, you have been lending us time and happiness. I don’t know how you shed bitter tears in those years, put down your self-esteem, and borrowed things from wealthy people; I don’t know how you worked with your sick mother to make up for things and pull us together. A day for the whole family. How I hope that there will be no days of hunger in heaven, and that there will be no days in heaven where you and your mother will sigh and shed tears of bitterness.

Father, I don’t know how you managed to bury one of my brothers and two sisters in the famine years. When they were young, they died on the road of life because of hunger and illness. Father, I really don’t know how you and your mother picked up the hoes, dug these small pits on the back hillside, and built these small graves. I don’t know how you and your mother cut out your bloody hearts, walked down the bumpy road of life, and returned to the poor house. How did you and your mother reconnect in the strong love and survival? The smoke rises with difficulty, and how to take heavy steps to plant new grain seeds and new hope in the land of my hometown again.

Father, are there only angels in heaven and no cemetery for burying children? Will one of my brothers and two sisters meet you and your mother again in heaven and become your children again? Father, how I hope that you and your mother will no longer be lonely, no longer poor, no longer in pain, and no longer sour! How I hope that you and your mother can have a warm house and have angelic children surrounding you. There are groups of brilliant chrysanthemums that scent your fences and your garden paths.

Father, the dew in autumn is heavy and the road in autumn is deep. When my mother passed away suddenly from a sudden illness in the 1990s, I saw your strong body suddenly collapse and become fragile. At that time, you were silent and sad, like a child who lost his companion. But father, I was too young at that time. At that time, I didn't know that your night was so heavy, and I didn't know that the bitter tears you bore were about to crush your life. Father, my brothers and sisters and I care too little about you and care too little about you. Your muddy old tears and aging sighs did not attract enough attention from us. On your way back and forth between your home and the crop fields, you can only talk to the sorghum and shed tears over the wheat. When you pass by your mother's grave, you always say enviously: "My dear, you are so well. You don't feel tired when you lie down." But I'm still holding a hoe, and I'm still suffering!?

Father, you are always in tears. When you say this to the autumn wind alone, we are busy with our own lives, busy with perfecting our own lives. Love, family. Father, you are as old as an old tree in autumn, and those dry roots are like your heart that has been tortured enough by the days.

But at that time, we did not use a warmer embrace to provide you with supplies so that you could be cared for and nourished in your later years. Father, when you lit the firecrackers and left the world alone, we couldn't warm your heart or bring back your life with our deep ocean-like cries and heart-rending guilt!

Father, from that night on, repentance and sorrow, self-blame and heartache have been with us throughout our lives. I spent twelve years of sorrow, no matter how vast the chrysanthemums I plant, I can't bring back your autumn, or your figure walking around in the world. Every time I go back to my hometown to visit the grave, there will always be an old lady and grandfather from my neighbor who says in a heavy tone: "Your old man has been miserable in this life. He must be miserable. At that time, there were always ten thousand steel needles piercing my heart, and there was always a surge of pain." The surging tears were beating my heart. But father, there is no way to heaven, and I can no longer be happy at your knees. I can no longer give you tenderness and warmth. Like a strong mother, I can warmly embrace your miserable life in my arms. Father, from that moment on, I realized that there is a kind of cruelty in the world, which is the pain of parting from you or of death. It is the desire to be filial but not being able to be filial again!

Father, please do not forget me. The poems are all remembering the days of your hard life. Thousands of words recall the past memories of you and your mother, and us staying together. Father, it is your tragic fate that taught me how to love my relatives. It is your hard life's sweat that makes me determined to be a poet. I will give you remembrance, tenderness, warmth and a love for you again in my poems. Daughter, an ocean of love and tears. But father, is there a poetry forum in heaven? Can you read my poems in heaven? How can the sorrow and pain that I have accumulated in my poems over the years be sent to you, so that you can live a miserable life in this world? The pain was healed and soothed.

Father, it’s the Double Ninth Festival again, so I’d better bring half a bottle of Laobaigan, a few pieces of bacon, and a few packets of Jiangjin Rice Krispie Treats for you to eat. These foods you love to eat just want you to be in heaven, forget the unhappiness of the world, and enjoy the fairy-like happiness in the soft and open sky. I remember that one month before you passed away, you told me in a dream that you were leaving and that you were going to the snow-capped mountains to refine elixirs. Father, I hope you are really in a fairy mountain now, refining the elixir you want to make. I hope you are in heaven, as happy and carefree as the Supreme Lord.

Father, looking up to heaven with tears, I believe there must be angelic children accompanying you. In heaven, you must still be living with your mother. Autumn is deep and the night is heavy. Even if you are a god in the sky, you must take care of yourselves. In the next life, we will meet again in the world. We will join a wealthy family and no longer endure the torture of hunger and poverty. Our family will love each other and be happy, and we will live a happy life like those rich people.

I wish my father: Happy Double Ninth Festival in heaven!

Say hello to my long-lost mother for me. Take good care of yourselves for me!

Sincerely, my daughter on earth

Sample letter 2 to my father in heaven on XX, XX, 20XX

Dear Dad:

How are you doing now in the other world? Do you know that as a daughter, I miss you?

Since you left me and everyone else, From that moment on, I can only think about you in my heart, you know? I dare not express my thoughts and concerns about you, because every time I mention you in front of my mother, she will Weeping silently. I don’t want to see my mother sad. I hope that my mother will come out of the shadow of your departure. But for so many years, every time during the Qingming Festival or your memorial day, she will cry bitterly and tell me your love for her. How deep you are, how much you love me, how much you have given to this family, in fact, I have always been aware of these, but every time I can only hold back my tears, pretend to be strong, and comfort my mother and say: There is no resurrection after death. , I believe Dad doesn’t want you to be so sad for him!

Because only in this way, Mom will be less sad. However, every time when Mom turns around, I still shed tears of concern for you. .

Dad, in that place far away from me, have you been freed from the torture of illness and have a healthy body and lived happily every day, because I heard people talking about the man named In the place of "heaven", any illness and unhappiness in front of you will disappear without a trace. My daughter wants to know if everything is well with you?

Dad, my daughter has never forgotten you. Yes, my daughter misses your love. My daughter knows that if you hadn’t adopted me more than 20 years ago, my childhood would not have been so beautiful; without you, I wouldn’t have grown up to be so good; without you, maybe I would no longer be here. The world is over. Without you, I would not be living a carefree life now. You treat me closer than your own biological child, and you love me more than anyone else. Dad, I will be grateful to you forever.

I still remember when I was seven years old, my mother asked me to wash the dishes, and my brother asked me to go herding cattle with him. After you heard this, you lost your temper and scolded your mother and brother severely. I was specifically told that no one is allowed to order me around in the future, because I am your darling, the apple of your eye. In fact, I know that my mother and brother also showed their love for me. From then on, no one asked me to do anything, and they even more It hurts me. I still remember that when you were sick and couldn't get out of bed and walk around, the moment I came home from school every day, you would call me and say: Hua, come here, dad has good things for you. At this time, like a magic trick, you would stuff an orange into my hand that was so red that it made me want to eat it in one bite. (Oranges were so expensive in those days, costing dozens of yuan per pound!) I know that my eldest brother asked someone to buy it from other places and consign it back to you to eat, but you were reluctant to eat it and left it to me. So every time you give it to me, I cut the orange in half and force you to eat the other half in front of me, because I want you to be healthy and live a long life. I hate God for not being merciful. He ruthlessly took away your life when I was about to become sensible. I hate God for not being discerning and good people are not rewarded. From then on, I no longer believe in God.

Dad, do you know? There is something that has always made me, a daughter, very guilty and self-blame. I remember a few days before your death, your condition had improved and you could get down and walk around. But that time because I was naughty and fought with my aunt's daughter, I was scolded by my aunt. You felt sorry for me, so you had a big quarrel with the aunt next door. Then you suddenly fainted, causing the condition to worsen. When my mother and brother complained about me, you endured the pain and stood up to ask them to stop. Although I was not very sensible at that time, I also knew that you loved me more than anyone else in the family. I still vaguely remember this scene from before to now. Dad, I want to say to you: I'm sorry, it was my unfilial daughter who indirectly caused you to lose your life. If I could turn back time, I would definitely be a well-behaved and obedient daughter and not let you suffer that sin! Dad, forgive your daughter for her unfilial piety in this life; if there is another life, you and I will still be father and daughter, okay?

Dad, I even remember that just before you passed away, you called your mother to your bed and spoke in her ear for a long time, but those became your last words. No one could tell you at that time. I don’t know what the last words you left for my mother were? It wasn’t until the first seven days that my mother conveyed your words to my ears. My mother told me: You want her to take good care of me no matter what her life is like. Cultivate me to become a talent. Pamper me and love me on your behalf! I cried when I heard this! Dad, I want to say to you again: I'm sorry that my daughter has failed to live up to your hopes. I hope that you in heaven can forgive me for my failure!

Dad, now that my daughter has grown up, have you seen it? I am no longer the ignorant, naughty me that I once was; I have learned how to take care of myself and how to care for others.

As for mother? Don’t worry, she has taken care of me all my life. From now on, it is my turn to take good care of her for you, so that she will not be wronged, sad or sad; let her feel that she and you have not loved my daughter in vain. , even if I have rebelled against her, let me spend the rest of my life making up for it!

Dad, if there is a road leading to you, no matter how bumpy and distant the road is, as you As your daughter, I will definitely buy a train ticket and set off immediately. If there is a mailbox addressed to you, no matter how busy or difficult it is, as your daughter, I will send you a letter every day and occasionally attach it to you. The last photo tells you: My daughter is living a good life and is very happy. You don’t have to worry! If your call is answered, my daughter will definitely say to you every day: Good morning, good afternoon, and good night! In your ears While complaining about my grievances, I want your comfort. I coquettishly said how happy I am to have you and my mother by my side!

Unfortunately, when Mu Ran looked back, everything was gone. My daughter knew that it was too late. No matter before or now, what she saw , as long as I hear anything about my father, I can only miss you in my heart! You will always live in my heart.

Dad, how are you doing today? My daughter misses you! May you always be healthy, happy and joyful!

Daughter

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